Metaphysical

It's metaphysical, you don't even know Yeah she touches her toes, she's got paint on her fro, yeah And when the light is dull I take off my clothes And she takes off her cloak, we're alone in the world, yeah And if your mockingbird is stuffed 'til it's full You're a savage, you know, but you're all I can hold, yeah It's tres mnemonic, it's demonic, it's a heart-full But you're so simple, you're so stupid, you're so artful It's more that beauty, it's a duty for the brothel But you're so simple, you're so stupid, you're so artful If I declare myself as the centerfold You're in my triptych though, but you won't be the hold, yeah Because you're someone but not someone I'd loathe Middle management foe, you're a bird for the bone, yeah With new emergencies I wait for Godot Estrogen is quite low, but it's never alone, yeah I think I'm manly and I think I'm a hoe Though I think you'll know more, what the hell do I know? Ugh It's tres mnemonic, it's demonic, it's a heart-full But you're so simple, you're so stupid, you're so artful It's more that beauty, it's a duty for the brothel But you're so simple, you're so stupid, you're so artful It's tres mnemonic, it's demonic, it's a heart-full But you're so simple, you're so stupid, you're so artful It's more that beauty, it's a duty for the brothel But you're so simple, you're so stupid, you're so artful Please hear these next words